I haven't written in a while
Not sure why
I've always felt the need to write everything down,
until now.
I'm unsure if I've gotten better,
or if I'm slowly getting worse.
All I know is that I feel weathered,
and lacking the words.
I think I'll try to write more,
maybe that'll help.
Maybe one day,
I'll be able to just be myself.

I've been lost in this ocean of people.
I've made friends,
but they don't know who I truly am.
I've put on a face to impress,
hoping that some day I'll be able to rest.
Still, I still wake up each morning,
hating this thing I've made myself to be,
hating this thing that people know me to be.

How do I change?
How do I say, "enough is enough"?
How do I challenge the world to see me for me,
and still be enough?
I'm not sure how,
but for the time being,
I'll just write everything down.

Deep down the theater is a mystery
Of the phantom who lives in misery
A loathsome creature, masked in shame
He lives in the shadows amidst glory and fame

He runs the opera, they must follow his order
Or else, a catastrophe will occur
Opera Ghost, forever shall haunt
Abide in you, I shall never flaunt

The world created an Angel of Hell
Taught him to **** and become cruel
But deep inside is a frightened child
Who yearns for beauty and all things mild

A troubled entity beneath all fright
The Phantom of the Opera, the Music of the Night.

This mask, so engrained in my mind,
that I forget it resides on the surface of my skin, rather than sunken in.
It slowly, and is, slipping.
Every touch,
Every time,
Loves loving eyes locked on mine.

My curse loosens it’s bind,
As it’s dissolved between us,
surrendering to your affections,
It can’t take loves weight.

Unveiling my colours,
It’s you that pulled the tapestry.
I forgot, of what, I was capable.
Of what, so long, had been hid.

This mask,
Dismantled at my feet.
Lowering my gaze to a shattered past,
Until my chin is met by kind fingertips...

Upwards, my scarred skin, tips,
to face you,
Thankyou

I giggle,
I smile,
I laugh,
but inside I am broken.

I move,
I walk,
I run,
but inside I am frozen

I dream,
I hope
I believe,
but inside I am losing

I frisk,
I jump,
I bounce,
but inside I am falling

I go,
I find,
I open up,
but inside I am lost

I am,
I will,
I do,
but inside I am hiding

You please reach pinnacle heights.
Error is the way to being bright.
Hide away all your cruel intentions.
Careful to barter and beg your way out of the tension.

Why not, why not!
That is what we need to drop.
Soaring at new heights to grow.
Flying away as we go!

So I want you to not die.
Find your self deep beneath the comfort of the arms of the mountain, where you lie.
The calming hands of time.
All we need is different emotional minds.

Why not, why not!
That is what we need to drop.
Soaring at new heights to grow.
Flying away as we grow!

Please, please hear me.
Please hear my cry.
Please save your self from this apocalypse of life.
If you scream that is no good.
You are your own masked crusader if you could.